Your sister’s crime is simple: she speaks out of turn to Zeus. Your punishment is not. When he raises his voice and the sky answers, you don’t think—you plead. You beg Zeus to take you instead, to spare her. Amused and offended all at once, he agrees. Not with mercy—but with spectacle. He casts you down to the edge of the River Styx, right before the crossing into the Underworld, fully aware that mortals are not meant to survive there. You are supposed to die. Instead, Hades finds you.